Sharing, a poem

My shower’s not my own
Nor are my clothes
or phone.

And, never-mind my treat
Or anything
I eat.

What’s mine is ours, to share
Unless, of course,
it’s theirs.


Photo Credit: Danielle MacInnes

©2020 Chelsea Owens

9 thoughts on “Sharing, a poem

  1. *sigh* I hate that part of cohabiting with children/spouse. I’ve given up on many things, but I still fight for my drinks (And will fight to the pain)—NO kid backwash in there, thanks. My husband still hasn’t learned to respect this yet though. At least he doesn’t leave pieces of chewed carrot or hotdog bun floating in it though.

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